Pathetic, Permanent Slave Of Feet

My magnificent master-sir has me kiss-respect his feet in front of his pretty girlfriend. She laughs at me as she looks down upon me, and rightly so. All POWER to the master-sir, and to his good lady girlfriend, for they are both my betters, and I am nothing but the slave of their FEET!

Mistress giggles as master has me kiss-respect his manly feet in the hallway of their apartment

He is a great man - and she is a great woman!

It is an honour for me to grovel at their feet...

...to taste my master's HAIRY TOES and smell his musty LEATHER SANDAL!

Of course, his girlfriend's (my mistress's) FEET and FOOTWEAR have also oftentimes been kissed by my menial mouth!

She is my master every bit as much as my master himself - being my master's girlfriend!

Indeed, right now I would much rather be kissing the pretty mistress's SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

I can't help but eyeing the soft female SNEAKERS and SOCKS as my lips touch masculine TOE-HAIR

But, for now at least, they are out of reach - mere observers of my humiliation!

I must focus on my master's FEET!

The FEET of the man who owns me...

...the feet of my demi-god!... (Note the wooden paddle used to beat me across the face if I displease my masters!)

A god-man whose FEET I am not worthy even to smell...

...let alone touch with my lips!

Just think - there is more intelligence and power in one of my master's single TOE HAIRS...

...or in a single STITCH of his girlfriend's SOCKS...

...than there is in the whole of my being!

I must live at the FEET of my BETTERS...

...serving them and being laughed at by them

At their FEET is where I belong!

Their TOEJAM is my only legitimate sustenance!

I am not worthy to taste anything else!

FEET; STINK; PONG; SWEAT; DIRT... welcome to my lowly life!

No wonder even the master-sir is laughing at me now!

And still the mistress is caclikng with pride behind him - pride at her boyfriend's ability to humiliate me...

...at his FEET!

His STINKY FEET (unlike the mistress's which are always fragrant inside their SOCKS!)

At least, that's what I am obliged by law to tell her!

But the law also states that SMELLY FEET is all I am good for!

I must kiss them and worship them...

...looked down upon by my masters

I am powerless to resist the allure of their FEET...

...on account of my being a pathetic, permanent FEET SLAVE!


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